Ministry of Food Monday

Hi there.  Since it's late, I will be quick and just give you one recipe today.  Why did I choose this recipe for MOFM?  Because it's Fall and I've had a hankerin' for both chocolate and gingerbread.

I made the cake about a week ago.  A young couple who Scott is marrying next month came over for dessert with her parents - so why not try a  new recipe?

Everyone raved about it's moistness and the perfect amount of spices.  It's especially simple since it calls for a prepared cake mix, but as far as I'm concerned, it's still homemade...and who doesn't like a bundt?!

One other thing - once I dusted the cake with sugar it looked like snow...and that made me happy because Christmas is right around the corner...and gingerbread is for both Fall and Christmas, don't you think?  This would make a nice addition to your dessert table or as a gift for a neighbor.

Hope you love it.

Chocolate Gingerbread Bundt Cake

1 package Duncan Hines Devil's Food Cake Mix (18.25 oz.)

1 package (4-serving size) chocolate instant pudding mix
4 large eggs
1 tablespoon ground Ginger
1 teaspoon ground Cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon ground Nutmeg

1/4 teaspoon ground Cloves

1/2 cup lowfat buttermilk
1/2 cup vegetable or canola oil
1/3 cup molasses
1/2 cup water

10-cup bundt pan

Butter or shortening for greasing the pan

Flour or cocoa powder for dusting the pan
Confectioners sugar for dusting the cake

Preheat oven to 350°F. Butter or grease the bundt pan, then dust with flour or cocoa powder.

Step 1.  Beat all ingredients in a large bowl with electric mixer on low speed just until moistened, scraping side of bowl frequently. Beat on medium speed 2 minutes or until well blended. 

2. Pour batter into the prepared bundt pan.  Smooth and level with a rubber spatula or the back of a large spoon.

3. Bake 50-55 minutes or until cake pulls away from side of pan and cake springs back when touched lightly.

Cool in pan 15 minutes. Invert cake onto wire rack. Cool completely. Sprinkle cake with confectioners' sugar and serve with whipped cream. 

It's good warm or completely cooled.  I recommend pairing it with coffee or hot cider.  So good!

Another Weekend Getaway

I did it again - snuck away for the weekend.  Some of my thoughtful friends from our beloved North Syracuse Baptist Church invited me to the annual Girlfriend Getaway Weekend up in Speculator, NY that used to be a staple on my Fall calendar.  Who could resist a weekend in the Adirondacks in September with women?  Not me, and it was glorious.

I took lots of pictures for you and if you can stand it, even have some sillyness to share.  Good luck making it all the way to the end.

I was packed and ready mid-morning Friday.  Since I had somewhere to go and people to be with, I thought I should wear a cute fall outfit.  A young friend of mine, knowing I love colored tights, once told me I should try them with shorts in the Fall - assuring  me it's very stylish.  I've never done it, feeling it's a bit of a departure for me but I was open to adventure  so I nervously put together this outfit.  I was still unsure.  In my insecurity, I even broke my cardinal rule of cell phone cameras and took a selfie of the ensemble and sent it to her to double check.  Desperate times call for desperate measures when you're home alone. 

She affirmed that it was a hit and I should not second guess  So....I kept it on.

don't miss the sparkly shoes

Because we moved from Syracuse almost two years ago, I have spent little time at Destiny, the new super mall.  So I made a day of it before meeting the girls to caravan to Camp of the Woods, starting with lunch at Cantina Laredo.  It's been recommended as a great Mexican restaurant. I called my good friend, Joanie. You may remember her from this post.  I haven't seen her since that summer visit, so was eager to catch up.

 It was the most glorious meal.  They make your guacamole fresh...at the table.  We scarfed it like it was our job and nearly licked the bowl clean.  I ordered fish tacos.  Look at it...it tasted as good as it looks.  We gabbed and laughed and ate and talked too fast. Before you know it our time was up.

I had a few hours to kill so I checked out the new section of the mall.  I had one purchase to make.  I'll tell you about that in a minute.

In the first store, as I was browsing a young sales girl looked me up and down and said, "I love your tights.  The whole outfit, top to bottom, is exquisite."  A little shocked, but secretly delighted, I said, "You don't think I'm too old for it?"  She said, "GIRL, you took a risk and it WORKED for you!"  That just made me laugh and happy and gave me confidence to continue through the mall.  It was not the last time I was stopped  for the same reason.  Everyone wanted to know where I got the pumpkin tights.  In case you're wondering, Target - last year.

So I continued on and found what I was looking for.  You see, I have some 'older' women in my life who claim I've made fun of their need for glasses over the years.  I don't know what they are referring to. They not only predicted I would need them someday but I am sure prayed it would happen prematurely, and indeed it has.  I can no longer read without help.  This weekend I would be with these women.  It would be the great unveiling and humbling as I revealed myself wearing glasses in public for the first time with this group.  So I was off to shop for some cute ones since the pairs I use at home are scratched and cloudy (great dollar store purchases).  This is what I found.

Aren't they cute?  Makes it a little more bearable.  And my friends didn't give me too much guff, which was kind.

Next I found these stores:

a sock store - you could find every pattern and color possible - so fun!

Once I "got" the name, I giggled.  XSRE, get it?  Accessory?  I like accessories.  Xsres, I  mean. No, I didn't go in. Sometimes I actually succeed at resisting temptation.

and sometimes I don't....

It was the smell coming from this store, that lured me over.  You may or may not remember that I have a passion for frosting.  So when I saw this guy, I had a crisis of conviction.

Not a big fan of ghosts, but that's a significant amount of frosting.  The perfect ratio for the size of the cookie I thought.  I'm not going to tell you what my decision was.  I'll leave that to your imagination.

Soon I got tired of the mall and headed off to meet my friends.  We had a nice trip up to the mountains.  The next day and a half were filled with happy reunions and lots of hugging.  So many women I have known and loved for years in one place.  Familiarity.  Acceptance.  Support.  Encouragement.  Awesome.

The speaker was very good, the food was fattening, but the individual conversations were rich.  I loved catching up on their lives.

The "theme" of the weekend for me was parallel with what I learned at Women of Faith just two weeks ago.  If you missed it, you can read about that here.  You see, as I scanned the room, I looked at the faces of women, stories I'm familiar with, all with a common thread. With God's help they have made it through something hard.  That spoke to me.

One of my favorite encounters was with a young woman/wife/mom/friend who up until Saturday I didn't know real well.  We sat together here and she told me her story.

I was so proud of her for going through something very difficult with little support and some opposition from friends and family.  She made hard, right decisions alone - just between her and God.  Then I rejoiced with her how God has made all things good (Rom 8:28) in her life. 

Sometimes the older women teach the younger.  And sometimes the younger teach the older.

A few others shared their stories from the podium.  More of the same theme.  It was encouraging.  Tell your story, my friends.  The rest of us need to hear it.

Another favorite moment happened here.  This woman has been one of great influence in my life for so many years.  A thoughtful friend captured our moment...or should I say moments.  I haven't seen her in quite a while and I know it was selfish, but I monopolized her attention for a while.  She's a good listener.  

Can you get over that fireplace?  Oh my goodness.  Adirondack perfection.

Sunday morning I bounced out of bed (which wasn't that easy because my very thin mattress was on the floor) because even though I was sad my Girlfriend Getaway Weekend was almost over, I had planned a trip further north to visit my favorite college freshmen and second beloved son.  Hey, it's been a month since I've seen him - the longest separation to date and I know I have a longer one ahead, so I indulged myself.  I warned you how selfish I can be.

God was generous in showing off His creation on the way.

The pictures don't do justice to the beautiful colors of the leaves or the angels that must have been surrounding me as I took these while driving on winding roads sometimes into oncoming traffic. 

Soon I arrived at Word of Life Bible Institute and spent the next 3 and 1/2 hours looking at this face. 

We had so much fun catching up, eating, laughing, buying him snacks, etc.  We like burgers and milkshakes.  I think he was happy to see me too, because he barely made fun of me, which he usually can't resist.  I discovered that he's doing just fine without my daily influence, or is it interference?  I don't want to talk about it.

Then I started for home where two people said they missed me and wanted me to hurry up.

Before I wrap up this way-too-long and partially ridiculous post, I have to tell you one more thing that I told Ally on the way to school today.  To which she replied, "Whatever you say, Mom" with a slight eye roll as she got out of the driver's seat.

After I left Ben, I rode in silence awhile since I had several hours ahead of me.  (This is the time when I get sleepy, wish Scott was there to drive me home and wonder, 'Who's brilliant  idea was this?')  After a bit, I set my ipod to shuffle.  Next I began to talk to God.  I needed to say thank you for specific things of the weekend.  I began with "You simply are too good to me".  My voice croaked and I figured I may as well not fight the tears - because they were happy, not sad.

Immediately the songs changed and I heard "Here With Me" by MercyMe start. It's not only my favorite MM song, but the one I recently dubbed "our song" (God and me). He played our song right when I was telling Him how happy and grateful I am for all the gifts He gave me through the weekend. Coincidence? Not to me.

"God, why do you love me so much?"

Then I read in Isaiah this morning a list of promises God has directed toward us and the reason why - because of who He is. You see, I didn't and don't do anything to deserve His love.  Neither do you (so take a load off).  He lavishes good things on us out of the greatness of who He is.  And that is glorious!

Notice it throughout your day - and enjoy them.  He loves you!

Ally Burtis Is Officially On The Road

Another milestone at the Burtis house.  Ally, our youngest, just a mere 16-years-old, wants to get her permit.  To drive a car.  On public streets.  In our car.

We've already got two sons licensed, so you'd think we have no apprehensions, right?
Yeah, about that.

An experienced friend warned me, "Boys just get in the car and drive. Girls get all freaked out and cry and scream and overract about everything. They make it drama."  Well that's something to look forward to.

Scott and I finally decided we'd better let her get on with it.  So this last week whenever she's threatened to say or think, 'I'm bored', we said, "Why don't you read the permit book so you can be ready when we are?".   You'd think we asked her to read an encyclopedia.

I don't remember this struggle with the boys.  When they wanted to drive, we got them the book and handed it to them, saying, "Let us know when you finish it."  Then they read the book. Just like that.  They.read.the.book.  So we took them to the DMV,  they passed the test and drove away.  Seemed so simple.

Ah, but as history continues to write itself differently by gender here, it's not that cut and dried.  Ally's method of studying is to take the online sample tests over and over until the questions become familiar and she no longer fails.

I'm sorry, but my Father taught me a work ethic and I can't get behind this slacker method.  (What's wrong with this generation?)

So I threatened.  "If you don't read the book from cover to cover (as many times as necessary), you're not taking the test.  And not just the pictures!"

"But, there's too many words."  Too many words?  Give me strength.

"A bunch of my friends said they didn't read the book because the test is so easy."  I cursed their parents (in my mind).

She should have known this was coming next: "We are not like everyone else.  Read the book."

After a healthy dose of "if you fail" statements meant to soften the possible blow (sort of), she went to bed nervous last night about today's events.

When she got up and reported to me sitting in my usual chair, Bible open, coffee in hand, I said, "Well, I prayed for you today..."  She smiled and said, "Thanks, Mommy!"

I continued, "...that God would reward you according to your effort."

She said, "You're mean."

We drove to the DMV.  I hate the DMV.  Anybody else?  Of course, we didn't have the proper papers, so had to go back home and get her SS card.  It torks me to waste time!! 

The rest will be told in pictures.

Here she is taking the test.

Waiting to be called up.  "I can't take it, Mom"

"I was freaking out!"

Go figure....she passed!  Jesus loves her.

I said, "What happens if you don't pass?" 

And then drove back to school.

I do love this kid.  Granted, we've got the drama, but she also brings the fun.  The boys were not nearly so expressive verbally or physically when it was their turn.  And now she's on the road.  You're welcome.

Ministry of Food Monday

Hey everyone,

Hope you had a nice weekend.  We did.  Sometimes a gloomy, cloudy Saturday can convince a busy teenager that she needs to stay home and rest.  I'm grateful for lots of time for just the three of us.  It also provides the opportunity for me to spend some time in the kitchen.

This soup is one of my favorites.  The recipe came to me last year and my son Drew especially loved it.  Too bad he wasn't home this weekend.  His loss.

Country Fish Chowder

1 c. chopped onion
4 bacon strips (or more)
3 T. butter
3 cans (12 oz) evaporated milk
1 can whole kernel corn, undrained
1 can (6 1/2 oz) chopped clams, undrained (I didn't use these because Scott doesn't like many kinds of fish)
3 med. potatoes, peeled and cubed
1 tsp. salt
3/4 tsp. pepper
1 lb. white fish cooked and broken into pieces
Optional toppings:
green onions
more bacon
avocado

In large saucepan (like a red cast iron pot), cook onion and bacon in butter until onion is tender.  Add milk, corn, clams, potatoes, salt and pepper.  Cover and cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until potatoes are tender, about 20 minutes.  Stir in fish and heat through.  Ladle into bowls and add additional toppings.  You may be thinking, "avocado"?  I know, right!  It's just so good on everything.  Why not?

The unnamed child (see last week's post) again made a remark upon hearing what was for dinner - "I don't like fish".  I did not accept this and told her to set the table.  This is the "oops, it really is good" look after she finished her first bowl.

Now for dessert....
The cool weather has put me in the mood for scones.  I found this recipe on pinterest and it's a winner.  I've even  been known to send these via person to Austria to someone else who loves them.  It will look a little involved, but YOU CAN DO IT.

Starbucks Pumpkin Scones

This recipe says it makes 6 scones.  I think they are too big, so I cut twice as many triangles when I get to that step.  It works just as well.

SCONES:
2 cups all-purpose flour
3/4 cup granulated white sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 cup canned pure (unsweetened) pumpkin
3 tablespoons half and half cream
1 large egg
6 tablespoons cold butter, cut into cubes

PLAIN GLAZE:
1/2 cup powdered sugar (sifted)
1 tablespoon milk (any kind)

SPICED ICING:
3/4 cup powdered sugar (sifted)
1 to 2 tablespoons milk (any kind)
1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg
pinch of ground ginger
pinch of ground cloves

Directions:

1. Preheat oven to 425°F. Spray baking sheet with cooking spray or line with parchment paper. Give it a light dusting of flour on top of that.
2. In a large bowl, whisk together dry ingredients (through ginger).
3. In a separate bowl, whisk together pumpkin, half and half and egg.
4. Use a pastry cutter or two knives to cut butter into the dry ingredients. Continue cutting until the mixture resembles fine crumbs. (You may also use a food processor for this step. Pulse until the mixture resembles fine crumbs).
5. Fold wet ingredients into dry ingredients, then form the dough into a ball. The dough will be wet, but if it seems super sticky... just go ahead and sprinkle a little more flour into the dough until it's easier to handle. Remember, you want it to be somewhat sticky, and that's okay- but you also don't want it to stick to the baking sheet. Pat out dough onto the lightly floured baking sheet and form it into a 1-inch thick rectangle that is about 9-inches long and 3-inches wide. Use a large knife or a pizza cutter to slice the dough twice through the width, making three equal squares. Cut through the three squares diagonally so that you have 6 triangular slices of dough. Gently pull the triangles apart, leaving about 1/2-inch space between each one.

Here they are before baking and after

6. Bake 14 to 16 minutes on prepared baking sheet. Scones should begin to turn light brown.
7. While scones are cooling, prepare plain glaze by whisking ingredients in a medium bowl. Mix until smooth.
8. When scones are cool, use a knife to cut them apart and then pull them apart so that they are ready for glazing. Use a brush to paint a coating of the glaze over the top of each scone.
9. As the white glaze firms up, prepare spiced icing by whisking the ingredients in another medium bowl until smooth. Drizzle this thicker icing over each scone (or brush it on) and allow the icing to dry before serving.
 

Your house is going to smell great.
Heat up some cider or brew some coffee and enjoy your labor.
Then give a few away.

These little cellophane bags are a must to keep on hand for this very purpose (ACMoore or Michael's)

Ministry of Food Monday

Here's a quick easy recipe for you today.  I make this often because IF I keep the hash browns in the freezer, I most always have the rest of the ingredients on hand and can whip it up on a whim.

Sometimes I buy hearty bagels (like from Panera or Price Chopper's bakery) and serve it for dinner.

I recently prepared this for a group of ladies I love and get together with every week. They said it was yummy and really liked it.  Women and egg casseroles just go together, don't they?

Wake Up Casserole

8 frozen hash brown patties or tater tots to cover the bottom of your baking dish
4 cups (16 oz) shredded cheddar cheese
1 lb (2 cups) cubed fully cooked ham or any breakfast meat
7 eggs
1 cup milk
1/2 tsp salt
pepper to taste
1/2 tsp ground mustard

Place potatoes of your choice in single layer of greased 13x9 baking dish.  Sprinkle with cheese and meat.

In bowl, beat eggs, milk, salt, pepper and mustard.  Pour over potatoes and ham.  Here it is right before the oven.

Did you notice the red pot is still on the stove?  Sorry, slight diversion.  Cover and bake at 350 for 45 min.  Uncover and bake 15 min more until edges are brown and knife inserted in center comes out clean.  All ovens are different, so keep an eye on it.

Tips:
I usually save some of the cheese for the top
I often add an extra egg or two just for more
I always add green onions to the top when done cooking.  Green onions make everything better and Scott likes them.  You can add all sorts of veggies.
You could whip it up the night before and bake in the morning.  But it's so easy and takes so little time, you don't need to.

Have fun with this.  Make it your own.

We also had coffee.  When I'm having ladies over, I tend to splurge on fun seasonal creamers, like these.  Pumpkin spice, Cinnabon and Hot for Cookie (Cookie Sundae).  I love women's ministry.

Wanna come over sometime?
PS...we also ate the leftover Gingerbread Pumpkin Dessert I posted last week.  It was a hit!

God Speaks In Many Ways

"Why don't you come to Women of Faith with us in September?" my friend with a mutual love for women's conferences asked me back in the Spring.

"That would be fun." I said, knowing if Scott was still not working I wouldn't be going.

Fast forward a few months. I get a text from this same friend asking how I'm doing. Job situtation has not changed. After we update each other for a few minutes she brings it up again. "We want you to come to Women of Faith, our treat."  I had forgotten about it.  I hedged, hemmed and hawed and basically didn't give an answer. "I really, really want you to go."  I couldn't imagine why. We'd been to so many of these. Why is this one so special?

Naturally, I didn't want to be a financial burden and I also didn't want to leave Ally for a weekend since we're still adjusting to being three here at home. So I didn't give it another thought.

A few days pass. "Mom, can I go to Alex's lake house for the weekend?"  Hmmmm.  I think, 'If she's going, I could go.' I answered, "Look up Women of Faith for me and see who's speaking in Rochester next week."  Not the answer she was expecting.

I knew MercyMe has been singing at some WOF events. That would seal the deal.

"Third Day, Max Lucado, Sheila Walsh, etc." Third Day? Not my faves.

Max Lucado, huh? That's got possibilities. I've read many, many of his books but have never seen him in person. I know that his most recent book is titled You'll Get Through This. I follow him on facebook and he quotes from it daily. I pay attention daily. In fact, just last week I told Scott I think I need to read that book.

 I don't believe in consequences. Instead, I start to see a pattern.

I've walked with God long enough to know when He is inviting me to come and hear Him. I never want to miss it. Now that the biggest obstacle no longer exists, I have no excuse but pride. I love the company of these two sisters, appreciate their friendship toward me, and recognize that God is using them to get me there. So I ask if the offer is still open. It is.

I know we will have a sweet time together, but I am going for a single, very important reason to hear from God through Max Lucado's message, to learn how I can get through this. My friend understands this.

So off to Rochester we go. Friday night is good. I always like to hear Sheila Walsh. Third Day was....well....they were no MercyMe. Nor should they be.

Saturday morning I was up early and ready to get my message from God. I settled in my seat, Bible on lap, notebook open, pen in hand.  Have you ever experienced such intense expectation?  I had ears to hear and had prayed that I would be different by the time it was over. I would not be disappointed. Max is a gentle, humble man and I expected his message to be straight from the Bible and delivered in a Fatherly manner. It was. 

I knew God was already at work in me when fat, hot tears started streaming down my cheeks the moment he stepped on stage. I couldn't stop them and he hadn't even started speaking. And I had no tissues!! What was I thinking? The tears kept coming the whole time. I think I may have been approaching the ugly cry because I felt my friend's arm slide around me. She kept it there until the end of the session. What a gift and comfort. Turns out it would be that kind of day. Makeup gone by 10am never to return.

I didn't care because these are the best kinds of days. When the session was over, I sent Scott a text, "Max just finished. I got what I came for. I'm at peace."

I usually share my notes with you here, but I don't want to give too much away. You see, I figure if you need a message called "You'll Get Through This" too, then you should probably get a copy of your own and ask God to speak to you. Then you can come over, I'll make us coffee and we can talk in person. I would love that so much.

That said, I will share this one little tidbit, advice Max has given to many, that he repeated quite a few times and I hope I've memorized.

You'll Get Through This

It won't be painless.

It won't be quick.

But God will use this mess for good.

Don't be foolish or naive

but don't despair either.

With God's help, you'll get through this.

I hope you didn't skim that or read it too fast. Go back and read it again. I will too. Powerful. He then went on to teach about the life of Joseph and how to not despair.

As I told my girlfriends with me and shared with Scott upon arriving home, I sense that an enormous burden has been lifted from me. I feel lighter.

I've laid some things down. Handed them over to Jesus who offers to carry them for me. Things like entitlement, closure, the deep hurts and the biggie - trying to figure it all out.  Oh I do drive myself crazy doing this. Do you too? Why do we do this? To regain some aspect of control I suspect. Control we never had and control God won't give us because He's so good (I am very thankful for this).

I also see that some of my motivation has been so I can explain it to you, to my family, to my friends who are concerned for us. I know now that I can't. How could I explain the intricate workings of a sovereign (all-knowing) God whose 'thoughts are higher than my thoughts', whose 'ways are higher than my ways'*? The picture is too big. It likely involves much more than I am aware of. It's not possible. Nor is it necessary. I will cease trying. So I'm laying it down. 

Here's what I do know. Faith doesn't require sight but it does require belief - and I do believe God. God is fully aware of where I am and what is happening or not happening to me. Like the disciples experienced in Mark 8, Jesus put us into a boat heading for the other side of the lake. Out of nowhere, a storm came up. It's been a scary storm and has taken its toll on me if I'm honest. I was reminded this weekend that Jesus is in the boat with us. He got in when He saw us struggling against the power of the storm. He has calmed the waves and the wind raging around me (doubt, fear, control, approval of others). It's a relief.

Today, we are still in the boat. We are not on the other side yet but I know eventually we will be and He will work all of these intricate details into something good. Romans 8:28 promises it. 

He is with me and He's not leaving.  He's with you too. If you doubt that, pray God will open your eyes so you can see. That you'll be more aware, so you can experience His presence. He will answer, I promise.  Better yet, He promises - over and over and over in His Word. "Call on me and I will answer." Jer. 33:3

In conclusion, God speaks in many ways - like these:
1.  Recognize when He is inviting you to come closer. Seek God - then run toward Him, expectantly.
2.   If you're not in a storm, reach out to a friend who is. Nudge, nag a little, insist if you have to. Just don't give up at first refusal. God might be trying to use you to speak to someone else.

And remember, with God's help, we'll get through this.

PS.....I just found a link to listen to this very message from Max L.  If you want to see and hear it click here.  You can imagine I highly recommend it. 
*Isaiah 55:8

A Little Time with Extended Family

Today Scott and I went to a funeral.  His Uncle Bob went to heaven last week.  Probably like you, funerals make me reflective.  My mind goes a million places as the service progresses.  Today was no different.

We were in an old church in Cortland that is a part of my husband's family history.  Like Scott, I love church buildings, the older the better.  Even though I consider myself a big church person, there is a place for small, old churches.  Especially for funerals and weddings.  It was enjoyable noticing the stained glass windows and old wooden pews.  Though I must admit, I was wondering what changed when after about 30 minutes my back was killing me and no matter what new position I squirmed into, I was still uncomfortable.  Reminded me of some of my more mature friends who dislike old church pews.  I guess I'm getting up there with them.

I was looking forward to seeing all the aunts, uncles and cousins.  One is a farmer.  What is it about farmers?  My experience is that they are all soft spoken and have kind eyes.  I like that. I even got an invitation (my 2nd) to tour the farm and go for rides on the farm equipment.  Come back in a few weeks - I'll post pictures.

Another cousin is just plain handsome.  He's a Patrick Duffy look alike for sure.  I like to look at his hair. No judging me here - we all admire beauty from time to time.  I noticed today that he was using readers to see the order of service.  Ah yes, even the beautiful age.  Made me feel better about my deteriorating eyesight.

All the others are quite pleasant too and I enjoy marvelling with them at how big our kids have grown in spite of the fact that we remain so young.  Today, in fact, it was noted that our beloved firstborn is the first of the Randall great-grandchildren to get engaged.  WHAT?!?!  I know I'm not old enough for this title.

I was also looking forward to being with Scott's mom, brother Tim and my sister-in-law Chris.  It's always my lucky day when I get to sit by Tim at a family function.  Usually we are like the naughty kids who whisper to each other and giggle too much.  This was not really possible today as my mother-in-law had us sitting so close to the front.  I wonder if this was intentional.  I think she sat behind us at Ben's graduation and didn't want a repeat performance.

Anyway, as Uncle Bob's kids reminisced their favorite funny memories, it was good to hear Tim laugh loudly.  It's always good for my soul and makes me chuckle.  Though if I'm being honest, I prefer to be the one who causes the "big laugh".

Memorial services usually spur on the wonder of "what will they say about me at mine?'.  One of my favorite things said of Uncle Bob today was this.  After listing his work success, community involvement, etc., "He cared most about being a good husband and father."

In a world riddled with marital strife and unfaithfulness, divorce and split homes, this is a worthy life pursuit that matters to many.  It certainly has made its mark on Aunt Jean and their kids and grandkids.  I admire him for that.  What a tremendous legacy. (No condemnation if you are divorced. I meant that. It simply is a great accomplishment worthy to be noticed.)  I'm not just talking about a life long marriage, I was impressed that he was striving to be a good husband.  Think about that. 

I had expected we would hear a favorite funeral song, "In The Garden", and was not disappointed.  It's always so appropriate and meaningful.

The pastor's message was inspiring and spoke directly into my heart.  He talked about hope.  Not the kind of hope like a kid might have on Christmas morning "I hope I get ______", but rather this 'old-fashioned' definition - waiting with confident expectation.

Those are four powerful words.  They struck me right where I needed to be struck.  We will all eventually find ourselves in a situation where we are experiencing hope while we wait.  Oh yes.  When it involves the death of someone we love, we will grieve and hope that in the end we see that person again.  In heaven.  And we will have a choice.  Without God, we will grieve and hope like the kid on Christmas morning who isn't really sure, or in Christ, "we will not grieve like the rest of men who have no hope. We believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in Him." 1 Thess 4:13,14  Confidence!

And if it's just plain old waiting for something we are longing for, we can have the same confident expectation in a God who is our "very present help".  I needed the reminder today. God is faithful to keep all His promises.

Before it was over, I wrote three words in my bulletin that God was whispering to me and I didn't want to forget.  (This is also a new thing to me, how I can't remember anything five minutes after hearing it.  So I write it down.) 

 Hope.  Faithfulness.  Peace.

Hope - waiting with confident expectation.
Faithfulness - Uncle Bob to Aunt Jean and his marriage covenant. God's faithfulness to His children, to me.
Peace - can I say "It is well with my soul" no matter what I'm going through?

I am always listening for a message from God at funerals and I'm grateful when He gives it.  I hope as you read this it will speak hope, faithfulness and peace into your life.

P.S. Tim saw me writing and leaned over whispering, "I thought it was a note for me."  I told you we can't be trusted.

Oh, I almost forgot.  Since we were in Cortland, we ate at one of my favorite places for lunch.  Now that we've moved to the Binghamton area, the only time we get Doug's Fish Fry is from a truck occasionally parked in a church or bank parking lot.

The first 3 pics are me trying to take a shot of the outside of the actual restaurant while Scott slowly drove by.  I've got some improving to do.

 Yumm!  I could eat fish everyday.

Ministry of Food Monday

I am digging this cool Fall air.  It changes everything about what we're eating.  Time to switch from salads and grilling to casseroles, crockpots, and pies.

I got my big red pot out again (I like this pot so much that sometimes I just leave it here even when I'm not using it.  It makes me happy - am I weird?) and made this side dish. It is a combination of several recipes, therefore, it's an original to me! It makes too much for my shrinking family, so I'll be adding it to a meal I'm bringing to a friend today.

Sweet 'n Spicy Beans 'n More

1 lb. bacon
1 lb. ground turkey
1/2 lb. ground turkey sausage
1 large vidalia onion, chopped
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1/4 cup ketchup
1 cup Dinosaur BBQ slathering sauce (or your favorite)
2 T. dry mustard
2 T. molasses
1 tsp. chili powder
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. pepper
1 can kidney beans, drained
1 can great northern (white) beans, drained
1 can black beans, drained
2 cans pork 'n beans

Optional garnish:
sliced avocado
corn chips

Cook bacon, break into pieces.  Set aside.  In large stockpot, cook turkey and sausage and onion together.  Of course you can use ground beef, but I used turkey for a healthier choice. The "spicy" comes from the sausage, so feel free to use the hot stuff.  Drain and then add next 9 ingredients.  Let simmer 10 min.  Then add all the beans and bacon.

You can either bake it at 325 for an hour or put it in your crockpot on low for 2-3 hours til heated through or you can just simmer it on the stovetop til the smell lets you know you can't wait another minute.  MMM....can't you just smell it?  This is part of the ministry.

I'm serving this with grilled cheese hamburgers.  My take on a patty melt without the grilled onions or rye bread.  Just slip a burger (grilled outside for best flavor) between two pieces of cheese and butered bread.  Wa-la! 

 I do not remember to make these often enough. I should because it would save me having 2-4 extra hamburger buns everytime that I end up throwing out.

You should know one member of our family who will remain nameless turned her nose up at this dish, stating "I don't like beans".  I did what every loving, patient mother would do.  I ignored the remark. She asked if she could make a box of macaroni and cheese for her to eat.  Uh, no. When I put avocado and corn chips on mine, she suddenly got interested.  The next thing I heard was, "Mom, this is really good."  Moral of the story:  make them at least try what you have prepared for dinner. 

And for dessert.....this will be the first of many Fall desserts.  This one came from my Pinterest board. 

Gingerbread Pumpkin Bars

For the bars

2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon fresh grated nutmeg
1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
16 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1/4 cup molasses
1/3 cup rolled quick oats

For the filling
6 ounces cream cheese, softened
1 3/4 cups mashed pumpkin
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon fresh grated nutmeg
1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
2 large eggs

For the drizzle
1 cup confectioners’ sugar
1 tablespoon butter, softened
1/4 teaspoon vanilla
1 to 2 tablespoons milk

Preheat oven to 350. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and cloves.

In a large mixing bowl, beat together butter, sugar and molasses until creamy. Add dry ingredients and mix just until combined. Reserve 3/4 cup of this mixture and place in a small bowl. Scoop the remaining mixture into a 10″ x 15″ baking pan lightly coated with nonstick spray. Add the oats to the reserved mixture and mix until combined – set aside.

To make the filling
In a large mixing bowl, beat cream cheese until smooth. Add pumpkin, sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and cloves – mix until well combined. Add the eggs, one at a time, mixing just until combined. Scoop the mixture over the uncooked base and use an off-set spatula to evenly spread the mixture over the top. Crumble reserved oat mixture over filling.

Bake until the topping is a golden brown, about 25-30 minutes. Remove and place on a wire rack to cool completely.

To make the drizzle
In a small bowl, mix together confectioners’ sugar, butter and vanilla. Mix in just enough milk until the mixture will easily flow from a spoon – drizzle over cooled bars.

 OOps, took the pic too soon - before the drizzle was put on.  And after someone taste tested.  Sssshh.  This was an easy recipe to split in two. One for us and one for some friends.  More ministry food.

I recommend always keeping several sizes and quantities of foil pans so there's no returning of dishes.

Don't forget to let me know if you've tried any of the recipes.....hope you love them.

And The Five Became Three

*I've been asked to give a tissue alert if a post might be a tear jerker.  Since my 

keyboard is soaked, consider yourself warned*

I've noticed there is a common question that all parents eventually ask. I won't attempt answer it because I have no idea, but here it is: "Where did the time go"?

I'm right here asking.  Again.  Three years ago our firstborn flew out of the nest and yesterday our second son Ben did.  This is hard.  I thought maybe it would get easier with the second one because I know what to expect and how I will feel, but the reality is that it doesn't because I know what to expect and I know how I will feel.

This is what's been happening at our house this week.  He's packing up.

As if it's not hard enough, both of my sons have wanted me in the room while they're doing it. Talk about torture the mommy!  But, in truth, it makes me happy that they want me there and it gives me the opportunity to be sure they pack the most important things. We wouldn't want him to forget his home.

So I woke up yesterday morning and did what I always do; grab a cup of coffee and my Bible and sit in my favorite chair to start the day with Jesus.  As I prayed for the day ahead, I remembered the verses God gave me when Drew was a senior.

"Remember not the former things,

nor consider the things of old.

Behold, I am doing a new thing;

now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?" Isa. 43:18,19

 

Yes, God was going to do a new thing in Drew's life - college away from home - and a new thing in our family that didn't require Drew's daily presence. (sniff sniff)

Believe it or not, the verses really helped me cope and get excited about a new beginning for Drew and for the four of us who were left behind.  And three years later, I can tell you it was good.  It is still good.

As I journalled my feelings about Ben and the amazing gift from God of raising him for the last eighteen years, I was overcome with gratitude.  I mean this kid was a rotten baby, crying for the first three years (good thing he was cute), but there's more - he was delivered by c-section three weeks early because the cord was around his neck three times and had a knot in it.  He's our miracle baby.  And thankfully at three years old he settled into becoming the sweetest little boy and kindest young man til present day.  He's made us proud (in a good way) and brought us so much joy.  We.will.miss.him.

I opened my Bible to the verses for the day (according to my reading plan) and found this:

"There's more to come: We continue to shout our praise even when we're hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next.  In alert expectancy such as this, we're never left feeling shortchanged.  Quite the contrary- we can't round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit."  

Romans 5:3-5 The Message

Coincidence that I would read this on this very day?  I don't think so. It took my breath away. God speaks through His Word.  He is so good.  Yesterday He exchanged a perfectly good 3-year-old promise for this new one.  They accurately describe where Scott and I are at this moment.  We could feel shortchanged (where did the years go?) or we can choose to be alert for whatever God will do with us next in spite of the troubles we know very intimately at present....and in the process recognize all the good things God is already doing and giving to us.  It's true!  We can't round up enough containers to hold all the blessings (specifically raising and launching Ben) God generously is pouring into our lives.....Today.

Deep breath.  It was time to wake everybody up and begin the day I'd been dreading.  I went into his room, kissed his sleeping cheek.  When would I wake him this way again?  Waterworks!! I got out quick.  Soon we packed the van and began the second longest drive of the past eighteen years.  (The ride home alone is  excruciatingly longer.)

This was my view for about 3 and 1/2 hours.

 We arrived at the most wonderful place on earth and got him settled into his dorm and top bunk.

We tried to say goodbye without crying (his request), but how do you tell a son all that's in your heart without croaking?  Turns out neither of us can. Scott was even a wreck.  I enjoyed the company.

We hugged, kissed, prayed and sent him off gulping as we watched this scene.

You just have to push through and drive away.  We were silent for about three hours on the way  home. There are no words.  Scott eventually said, "I don't like our kids leaving us.  I like them around every day. This was harder than with Drew."  I said in my typical compassionate way, "You're nuts!  It was just as hard."  Maybe harder because now both of our beloved sons are on their way to their own God-given destiny, without us.

But, as I looked into all my jars of blessings, one stood out - Word of Life itself.  There is no better place in my opinion for Ben to be and I can't wait to see what God will teach him and how he will grow.  That is good stuff.

We raced home to be there for our baby and watch her first varsity volleyball game.  Then before tucking her in for the night, the night before she would start the 11th grade, for the 16th year in a row I read the My First Day at School book.

Yes, I know it's about a boy who is heading to Kindergarten, but a tradition is a tradition and miracle of miracles in my fragile state I did not cry through it, needing Scott to rescue me, as I have the last three years or so.

Today we woke up to a new day.  A happy day. We still miss our boys, but they are safe in God's care and Scott & I get this girl all to ourselves for the next two years with no older brothers to interfere.  God is doing a new thing and we are expectant for what it will be because it will be good. His Word says so.